“I was not expecting your arrival and currently, I do not have a second. I did, but I released him from his oath to me.”
She looked down and I felt her sadness. Disappointment. Guilt? Her desire wilted like it had never been, replaced by a painful darkness that was not acceptable to me. “Because of me?”
I tipped her chin up, made her look me in the eyes. “No, mate. You are perfect in every way. Sensual. Beautiful. I am honored to be yours. I released Nevo from his oath several years ago. I tested a long time ago and had lost hope I’d be matched. He was asked to be a second by a fellow warrior who had been mated. His second was killed by the Hive. He didn’t wish to leave his female unprotected should something happen to him, so he asked Nevo to join their family. It is an honor to be trusted as a second, to protect and love a female. For Nevo, it was a chance to have the family he longed for. I released him from our agreement.”
“So, do you not want a second?”
I sensed her disappointment, knew she was most likely well matched, at least to Prillon, if she truly needed two mates.
“Do not fear, mate. I will take care of you, including finding a second so you are never left alone. I will find one worthy of you. Of us, as a family.”
I felt peace sweep through her. Contentment. The ability to ease her mind made me feel powerful and fueled my need for control. Yes, she needed my order. She needed the security I would provide. “You are mine now, Miranda. I will not let you go, unless you demand it of me in the next thirty days.”
“Until then?” she asked, shifting her hips and pressing into my hard cock.
“Until then, we can learn each other. I would like to kiss you.” I did. Desperately.
“Yes.”
I leaned down, tasted her for the first time. Her lips were soft. Plush. A little breathy gasp escaped her throat, and the sound made me eager for more. So I took. Plundered. Ravaged, all the while she was upon my lap.
She was mine. Before the day was through, she’d know it in all ways.
Oh yes, it seemed having a mate was better than I ever imagined.
“I am desperate for you. We must fuck now.”
Instead of dropping the blanket to the floor, she stared at me, then burst out laughing.
I arched a brow. “What is humorous?”
“No foreplay? Just… get it on?” She glanced down at the front of my uniform pants. “You’re ready, obviously. Don’t you want to see if I’m wet? Eager?”
The thought of her pussy slick with her need for me made me even harder. She was correct. I was ready. Just seeing her naked on the transport pad had made me want to drop to my knees and fuck her then and there. But the transport tech was not my second, and I would not share the sight of her desire, the sound of her pleasure, with anyone but my second or those chosen to honor our mating ceremony.
“You are ready.”
She bit her lip as she slid from my lap to stand before me, the blanket wrapped protectively around her body. The tilt of her lips made it obvious she was trying to smother a smile. “I am ready because you dictate it or because you are sure I am wet?”
I wanted to sigh, but remembered she was a primitive Earth female. “Because we were matched with almost perfect accuracy. You would not be my mate if you weren’t eager to be taken the way I want to take you.”
She cocked her head, eyed me. “That actually makes sense.” She dropped the blanket so it pooled around her bare feet.
Ah, a bold mate. My cock loved it.
“And how do you want to take me?”
“I want to be deep inside you when you come. I want to make you scream.”
She shivered and licked her lips as if she needed another taste of me. She said something else. I didn’t hear a word of it.
Holy fuck. She was lovely. Beautiful. Incredible. Pre-cum seeped from my cock just looking at her. Her dark locks fell over her shoulders, her hair so long that it fell to the tips of her breasts. The nipples there hardened before my eyes into tight pink peaks. They were full and lush, more than ample to slake my lust sucking and laving them. Her waist, while soft and curved, tapered and then flared into wide hips. She was not a small female, but well-padded, perfect for a male to grip onto as he fucked her. Not any male. Me. My second as well, whoever the gods fated him to be.
“What?” I asked, when my eyes finally met hers, and I realized she was waiting for me to say something.
“I asked if this is the case for every matched mate?”
I shrugged. “I do not care about others. Only you. Your needs are mine now. You need to be touched, and it is my job to do that. You need to come and your pleasure belongs to me.”